By Dorothy Lipovenko
Pickings in a mid-winter mailbox are slim: The holidays are over; it’s too early for spring catalogs, and a property tax bill that will raid my bank account hasn’t yet arrived. No better time for an envelope to get noticed.Read More
By Dorothy Lipovenko
Two warring factions, my head and heart, have tussled for decades over the inequality and hurt on the women’s side of the mechitzah. Always, if sometimes reluctantly, my heart wins, and I cling to the curtain folds of observant Judaism.Read More
By Dorothy Lipovenko
Call them the baker’s dozen bakers. Well, almost.
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By Dorothy Lipovenko
To walk a mile in another woman’s shoes, Nancy Kaufman of New York recently boarded a gender-segregated public bus in Jerusalem.
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By Dorothy Lipovenko
The language of soap operas is universal: vexing vixens, meddling matriachs and busy men with even busier zippers. When
All My Children joined numerous cancelled soaps with its final episode on September 23, it prompted me to reflect on how the voices gone silent did more than entertain; they helped teach me Yiddish.
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